THE MOONS have emerged from the town of Godforsaken Hole, otherwise known as Northampton, a town that still looks like 1973, and that seems fairly appropriate as I’m detecting a love of an era that most of us will be familiar only from nostalgic feature pieces.
Here they are onto their third album since 2010, Mindwaves, but Porky has to admit to being unaware of the others.
It kicks off with the sultry instrumental Luna Intro, which quickly merges into Society an off-the-cuff assault against the apathetic, Big Brother era of 2014. I am somewhat surprised by vocalist Andy Crofts’ call-to-arms: “Now is the time to wake up from controlling minds/ Born to obey companies selling the sun/ I keep my imagination to myself.”
Its anger and political optimism aren’t typical of Mindwaves, and the slower Sometimes wallows in self-pity, and the need to break away, Crofts declaring that “Sometimes I feel like I would be better all alone.”
Mindwaves is an attempt at the Great British Album, hence the deft psychedelic touches of Syd-era Pink Floyd, the overblown orchestration, reminiscent of ‘about to call it quits’ Beatles, and, of all things, glam rock. Fever begins with a rehashed riff from a long-forgotten Sweet single, and Heart and Soul oozes Ziggy Stardust period Bowie, with dutiful drops of mash-up-the-beats Kasabian circa 2004. There’s something for everyone.
Needless to say, given the relentless pace and swift changing of gears, even in mid-song, Mindwaves can be perplexing on early listens. But patience being what it is, the album becomes more rounded, and understandable beyond the first two-five plays. It is a beast of a record.